Method Man, RZA, Raekwon - Presidential M.C. lyrics

Kung fu fighting
Yeah, uh, heheheh (That's Shadowboxing) yo

It's that Blackout, spazzed out
G-String divas
Leave you assed out, passed out, it's cold
Pack your heat up, blow your back out
You bad mouth, make 'em all believers
Throwing rocks from a glass house
Y'all ain't perfect either
See that cheeba and that hash out
(garbage day tomorrow)
And I have yet to take that trash out
Or emptied this cigar
RZA Ra, we amped, eh, Meth is on his job
It ain't nothing
Like the French say "que sera sera"
So let's move on
Until the day we laying in the casket
With them suit's on
And I'm so cool that hell is only luke warm
Been too strong, for too, long
I'll probably die with my boots on
And on my way to cash a coochie coupon
You know I'm, proper
Don't let them boys confuse you
The fact is Meth
I'm harder than bottles made by Yoo-Hoo
Wu Tang
Welcome to the House of Flying Daggers
Where the truth aim
Flying out the mouth of flying rappers
There it is

Now, ask yourself, is this for real
It can't be
My, nigga, if it ain't for real, it ain't me
I, elect myself as presidential MC
I, elect myself as presidential MC
Now, ask yourself, why is he so low key
Why, is niggas pimpin' when the game chose me
I, elect myself as presidential MC
I, elect myself as presidential MC

Yo, blew 'em and hit 'em
And he went into a spin cycle
Out blew his liver, a river flooded
What's happening
It's drugs we wanted, gloves buttered
Thug coverage this is Fila, white sneaker
Louis Vitton luggage
I came, representative huddle
They all love you that W
The legacy of little niggas muggin' you
The fuck, what's up with you, yo, you suck
Nigga benches used to pluck niggas, we
Be on the roof, like "fuck you"
Them red beams is coming, losers
Got to walk the plank
Users, with uzi's on 'em, you move
You getting spanked shank broilers banked
Alcoholics ranked ballers
They should call us
I rock mad ice like a walrus
The lamesters decided to lure us
We was up in Freedomtown
Getting weeded, one Bentley tour bus
You might like the mack and explore dust
You can't fuck with all of
Us, one of us dropped
There's twenty more of us

Peel caps like tangerines, you shook
Shake like tamberines
Then, jet from the set
In the all black Lamborghin'
Nobody seen me, bitch in a tini red bikini
Niggas saw her
Because they thought they saw a genie
Heidi Klum, pussy juicy, fat as a plum
Picture on the wall in jail
Niggas jerk til they come
God gargantuan, large, colossus
Bombardment of darts
Make your squad, throw tantrums
Practice karma sutra on broads, pop bra's
Leave birds with permanent scars
And shit like birthmarks
Digi bark back at dogs
Snatch flies from frogs
Blow California chronic to despise the smog
This shit I been with biz in the clearing
Pigs sharing got fresh, Wu Wearing
Motherfuckers not caring
Then move through your community
With diplomat immunity
Move to rep a two or G
Shine like fine jewelry

The Shadow Sword shadow Sword